Page 24 of Silver Fox's Twin Babies

“How are you going to do that?” I asked. My fingers weaved through his. I felt the thrum of his pulse in them. His eyes devoured me, but his words indicated control over that hunger.

“Go into the bathroom. Take all of your clothes off…Leave the panties if you’re nervous.” Evan let go of me and walked to his nightstand. He opened a drawer and produced a bottle of massage oil, scented like rose petals, and grinned at me. “I’m going to rub you from head to toe until you’re so relaxed you drift off to sleep in my arms…Oh, and there’s a robe in there if you want it.”

The gesture was more than romantic. I whimpered and smiled. “That is so sweet…” If I was a crier, I would’ve started tearing up, but the idea of getting a full-body massage sounded amazing. I slipped into the bathroom without having to be told twice.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons and snaps on my clothing. I was nervous for this, and I didn’t even know why. It wasn’t like Evan and I hadn’t had sex multiple times before, but it felt like the first time all over again. I tried to determine why my hands were trembling, but the only thing I could come up with was how I knew this was wrong.

Evan thought he was walking into someone else’s abandoned life and picking up where they dropped the ball. He probably thought I had a partner I left or who left me. He wanted to be the knight in shining armor. It was wrong of me to lead him on and let him think those things, but for the first time in a really long time, I felt like things were going right. What other man in this world would ever treat me like this and adore me and my children? I needed this guilty indulgence, even if later on I had to swallow the guilt again.

When I walked back into the bedroom Evan was draped over the bed wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. Candles burned around the room; the lights were off. Soft instrumentalmusic played, and I noticed his phone screen glowing from the nightstand for a second before it went dark, and he patted the bed.

“Come on,” he coaxed. I’d chosen to wear the robe, but I turned it backward like they do at fancy salons.

I climbed onto the bed and lay on my stomach, and Evan slid the folds of the robe open in back, baring my skin to the cool room. His hands were warm as he started to work the massage oil into my skin, kneading out the stiffness of my muscles, and when he got to my hips and parted the robe, I felt his lips press onto my butt cheek.

“This is nice,” he said softly. I moaned when he grabbed a full hand of my flesh and squeezed. It wasn’t sexual, but it did feel incredible. The bed shook as he changed the position he was lying in. Then both hands were on me, kneading and spreading my cheeks as he worked my glutes hard.

“God, this feels amazing,” I moaned. Never in my life had I been so pampered. It was such an incredible feeling. I wished I had a partner who could do this for me once a week. My body felt so loose and relaxed I could melt into the sheets, and then he started kissing my skin. His hands were strong but gentle, the perfect mix of tenderness and passion.

It was an exquisite dance of pleasure, the way his skilled hands massaged and worked in perfect harmony with his soft lips. His touch was like fire, igniting every inch of my oiled skin with desire. Groping and rubbing, he breathed out warm puffs of air over my slick thighs, placing tender kisses along the length of them. As his hands moved lower, they worked their magic just below my glutes, easing the tension and relaxing me. And then he began to spread me open, teasing and tantalizing my most intimate areas.

“God, Amber,” he moaned, his hot breath tickling my sensitive flesh as he hovered close to burying himself deep between my legs. “Your pussy is getting so wet.”

I could only whimper in response, lost in the intense sensations coursing through my body. This wasn’t just a massage; it was pure intimacy. I wanted everything he was offering.

“I think you missed a spot,” I managed to say, trying to hint at what I truly desired him to focus on.

Evan chuckled softly, understanding my unspoken request. His fingers dug into my thighs firmly yet gently, spreading my inner lips and bringing me even closer to blissful release.

My moans escaped my lips in breathy gasps as he worked his way up to my clit, teasing it with soft strokes and gentle pressure. The warmth of his tongue against the sensitive nub made me shudder and I couldn’t help but arch my back in pleasure. “I love how wet you get for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. My core throbbed in response to his words and the skilled movements of his tongue. “I can’t wait to feel this on my cock.” His words sent a wave of need through me, making my body ache for him even more.

“Evan…” I moaned, unable to form any coherent thoughts as he continued to tease and please me. With a whispered command, he asked me to turn over, and I eagerly complied. His weight settled on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh as he massaged my breasts with skilled hands. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure through every inch of my body.

Slowly, he trailed hot kisses down my body, igniting flames of desire with each caress. When he reached my core, he paused to look up at me with those intense eyes that made me weak in the knees. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over my face,” hegrowled, the promise of his words sending a jolt of anticipation through me.

“God…” I whimpered, arching my hips toward him.

The anticipation was killing me, but Evan took his time. He rubbed my inner thighs and then the sensitive spot behind my knees. By the time he reached my center, I was practically squirming with need. His tongue expertly flicked my clit, making me shudder, and then he suckled on it gently. I moaned loudly, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

He didn’t stop there. His fingers joined in, slipping inside me while his tongue continued to worship my clit. I wanted him so badly and he knew it. He curled his fingers inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. I gripped the sheets as the pleasure built inside me, and when he added a third finger, I practically exploded. I cried out, my body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

He lapped up every drop, his tongue slow and sensual, as if savoring the taste of me. I writhed under his touch for several minutes. He pinned down my hips with his forearm but continued to lick me clean. When he finally looked up at me, his eyes were smoldering with desire. I was drained but still eager to have him.

“Wow,” I hummed, letting my knees fall apart. Evan continued to lick and suck.

“‘Wow’ is right. I’m just getting started though.” His tongue delved into me and I believed him. One thumb pressed on my clit making me jolt, and his other hand gripped one of my cheeks and squeezed it while he spread me. The stubble on his chin threatened to scrape me raw but I loved it. I didn’t tell him to stop.

I did, however, prop myself on my elbows to watch him enjoy his feast. He continued to lick and suck and rub my clit as pleasure built inside my core again. I panted, my hips buckingagainst his mouth. He moaned in response, and the vibrations spread through my pelvis.

“I love your pussy,” he growled, pushing his thumb into my back hole. His other hand continued to work my clit, pinching it lightly as he continued to feast on me. “You taste so good.”

“I…I…” I couldn’t form coherent words anymore. The pleasure was too intense. My toes curled and my nails dug into the sheets as the second orgasm crashed over me, even more powerful than the first. I hissed and grunted while my body lurched off the bed and jolted around. It was wild and out of control. I almost screamed in pleasure, but I tempered myself. The kids were just in the other room.

Evan continued to lick and suck until I was calm. Then he crawled up over my body and kissed me hard. Moisture from going down on me coated his face. It smeared on my chin and cheeks, but I couldn’t get enough of him. His teeth bit down on my lip, then he kissed over my jaw to my ear where he whispered, “I need you.”

“Yes,” I whimpered, spreading my thighs to him, but he chuckled.

“This…” he said as he rose up. Evan rolled me to my side. He shed his shorts and tossed them to the floor. Then he positioned himself at my entrance. I lay on my side with my legs together and he entered me from behind, draping his weight on my hips.

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